The domineering president meets her

Manager Mo, who had his back to the door, couldn't see who was coming, but he felt a chill on his back.

When he heard someone calling "Young Master", he struggled to get up.

Wen Heng glanced at his hood, and his men immediately understood. They stepped forward to take off Manager Mo's hood, untied him, and rudely and unceremoniously pulled off the tape on his mouth.

Manager Mo gasped in pain.

"What a coincidence, we meet again." Wen Heng sat on the large chair brought by his men, crossed his legs, and played with the things in his hands without even looking at him.

Turning around and seeing Wen Heng, Manager Mo's face turned pale and he shouted hysterically: "Who the hell are you who dares to tie me up here? Do you know who I am?"

"I know. You're someone that even the emperor has to give way to." Wen Heng sneered and answered while looking at the thing in his hand, as if he was having a conversation with it.

"If you don't let me go, be careful or I'll make you pay for it later."

"Oh, why are you carrying the food with you?" Wen Heng stretched out his long legs, slowly stood in front of him, and looked at him casually.

Just as Manager Mo was about to stand up, Hai Han grabbed the back of his collar.

Although Hai Han graduated from Oxford University with a major in financial management, he was also the president of the Sanda Society when he was in school. He looked gentle but strong, and ordinary bodyguards were no match for him. No matter how hard Manager Ren Mo struggled to get up, he couldn't move at all.

Haihan was disgusted by the strong smell of alcohol on him, which was really disgusting, so he threw him to the ground with force.

Manager Mo's head hit the pile of scrap metal beside him, and then a warm current flowed down the back of his head, and he raised his hand to touch it.

Blood!

He shouted in panic: "Call an ambulance quickly. If you send anyone else, I will break your legs..."

"Call whoever you want. I want to see who you can call." Wen Heng interrupted him coldly and motioned his men to bring the phone to him.

Those sturdy and strong thugs immediately stepped forward and handed the phone to Manager Mo.

Looking at his sinister eyes, Manager Mo understood at this moment that he would not die from bleeding a little, but what was scary was the seemingly gentle and elegant man in front of him.

He reached out to take the phone and call for help, but the thug deliberately slipped his hand and the phone fell to the ground. He hurriedly tried to pick it up, but the thug stepped on his hand tightly, and the thug couldn't help but screamed in pain: Ah!

"Manager Mo from the business department of Fu Group's subsidiary, huh?"

While the thugs were loosening their feet, Manager Mo hurriedly crawled back and looked back in horror. In the bright light, the dignified and cold man stood tall and spoke as if he was just asking a normal question.

But his condescending aura, looking sideways at him as if he were looking at an ant, made him feel frightened and he couldn't help shivering.

"You, who are you?"

"Do you think you can ask our young master any questions you want?" one of them shouted in a rough voice.

"Who did you want to call just now?" Wen Heng repeated his previous words with rare mercy, looking at him with disdain, as if he was a Shura from hell.

Manager Mo lowered his head and dared not say a word.

"You should still remember me, right? I met you in the box room last night. You are the famous person that even the emperor has to give way to, right?"

No matter how slow Manager Mo was, he finally realized that the other party would not let him off so easily after what happened last night, and that his death was imminent.

His face was pale and he struggled to get up. He quickly knelt down and crawled to Wen Heng's feet, like a dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy: "Mr. Wen, you misunderstood. What happened last night was really a misunderstanding. Miss Su and I were just joking. Please forgive me!" As he said that, he wanted to shake Wen Heng's hand and beg for mercy.

Hai Han kicked him in the heart and spat, "You don't deserve it!"

Manager Mo was kicked upside down and his head hit a hard object on the ground. The blood on the back of his head flowed faster and he felt dizzy. In a trance, he saw several sturdy thugs walking towards him with things. He tried to struggle and escape, but someone held his head down and roughly forced him to drink.

"Cough, cough, cough." Manager Mo's face turned pale and blue, and the pungent smell of medicine corroded his facial features.

He choked and slapped his chest, almost unable to breathe.

"Mr. Wen, please have mercy on me. I deserve to die. I was drunk, so I was rude to Miss Su and wanted to do those things. I promise I won't do it again next time." Manager Mo clenched his fists and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Do you want there to be a next time?" Hai Han sneered.

"Tell me! How many girls do you have?"

"Don't say anything. Do you think I don't know? I'll calculate it for you one by one now." Every time Hai Han calculated a number, he would ruthlessly force his hands behind his back.

"Ahhh, Mr. Wen, spare my life, please, please~" Manager Mo grimaced in pain, sweating all over his head, and cried out for mercy.

“How could there be a scumbag like you in the senior management of Fu Group? It seems that your father used several connections and spent a lot of money to arrange you to the position you have today, but you don’t know how to behave yourself.” Hai Han scolded.

Manager Mo sat on the ground in despair, muttering to himself, "Yes, I was obsessed with sex."

He turned to Wen Heng and continued to beg him, looking at him pitifully: "Mr. Wen."

Wen Heng said quietly, "Don't be afraid, Manager Mo. Everything is easy to deal with." Manager Mo was so moved that he burst into tears. When he thought things were turning around, he heard Wen Heng add:

"I don't like to hold grudges. I just like to help others."

Manager Mo was just about to nod his head to express his gratitude.

"I heard that Manager Mo likes to have fun. So I'll arrange a great day for you today, how about it?" Wen Heng continued, without even giving Manager Mo a glance.

"Oh, Mr. Wen, I beg you, please forgive me. I didn't do anything to Miss Su, right? Please forgive me. You can ask for any conditions you want. I can ask for any amount of money. Even if you ask me to work like a slave, I'll do it." Manager Mo broke out in a cold sweat after hearing this. He knew that the other party was not easy to mess with, so he could only smile and try to please them. In his heart, he was thinking about how to get rid of them.

Hai Han, who was standing by, kicked him over and said, "Damn you! You're still thinking about Miss Su when you're negotiating a contract. She's the apple of our President Wen's eye. You can't afford to pay her back even if you spend all your money."

Manager Mo was dumbfounded. What was Mr. Wen's favorite? He had already found out beforehand that she clearly didn't have a boyfriend! How did a Mr. Wen suddenly appear?

He rolled his eyes, pretended that his vision went dark, and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Hai Han stepped forward to take a look and said in a voice that he could hear, "Boss Wen, Manager Mo has fainted."

Just when Manager Mo was secretly proud of his cleverness, he suddenly felt burned by something on his back and stood up. It turned out that the thugs were poking him with electric batons.

"Ah, Manager Mo, how come you got up so quickly? Go lie down again!" Hai Han said with a smile. However, Manager Mo secretly groaned in his heart, it seemed that he could not escape.

"Mr. Wen, I really don't dare to do it again. I will definitely correct my mistakes in the future." Manager Mo said with regret on his face.